09.17.01 :: 10:08 am

Back to "normal." Whatever that means.

Last week, Moira was making us laugh by telling us that if she came to work dressed in a particular outfit one of her co-workers was wearing that day, she would lock herself "in the bathroom until eleven o'clock at night," so nobody would see her, at which point, "it would be the appropriate time for that get-up."

Someone went apple picking last week and brought in a bucket full today. I'm glad at least one person was able to cavort through orchards while the country was in turmoil.

Today, I will be in flux. Caught between wanting to lie down and cry myself into a coma, and drinking apple martinis after checking out new boots.

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